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Me, the Padre, and God

I believe religion is personal,
Or even the lack of it,
And church parades
Did tend to drag just a bit.
So I fell out
At the gym door ,
Doubling as a church,
As did so many more;
But I was the first
So to my shame
Got a 252
And the blame.

They sent us to the padre
Whom I told I didn't agree
That he was a major
Not a corporal just like me
‘Cos Jesus said
We were all the same
Another 252
And a bad name
But they agreed
And for evermore
They let me fall out
At the door

My last parade
On the square
They made me stand
All on my own there
And the Rupert at the front
Really made my day
Shouted fall out the atheist
And I was off and away
Blessing him
For being kind
But allowing no time
To change his mind